Kekn,
Before even this morning the sun
had stung my eye and on my skin
a silent mosquito with no compulsion
and I'd wondered how long
the alone could last in shadows,
while we sleep or go crouching like goats--
the sun I mean-- without our blood's portion,
how long? The fresh wound wondered
but this morning there was a wolf
out front, waiting on the whitening lawn.
-Porite
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